Tear that trickles from your eye to your ear   Like a pinball machine   Arm that melts over me   Like Salvador's dream   Light that spits across the ceiling   'Cos someone burst the stitches on the curtain of night      Maybe it's all about sowing my seed   But subject to conditions and not while you bleed      I follow you at a distance   Bounced through others eyes   Like a pinball machine   Dressed as Mr. Walker   But in disguise   I could have been a contender   But instead I'm content with   The gin and tonic dressing gown I lament   One night only   The great and the glory   Let's see if it sticks      You still love me   I believe   If push came you'd shove me   I believe you share my bed   You share the blame   I believe   In pinball machines